Roger Taylor

Roger was cursing inside, because he couldn't find the bottle for his little four-month-old boy that he had had with his girlfriend.

Well, he hadn't planned on having a child, not at this age, but that didn't mean he would leave the child. Although it was difficult to have time alone with his girlfriend, and it was frustrating.

“Shit, where is he?” He asked, going through every drawer in the kitchen.